(ooc: i had no control over when i left, man. i got lockZord up. So what does this mean, i've got to start up a new character?)

p.s: Its good to be back.

OOC: Andy, Welcome back. I sent you a PM regarding what I feel will be the best course of action for you to atake if you want back in.

I think that your team being dead has been accepted by BG, but since she's not here right now, I'm not entirely sure. In reality, I was the one who wrote in that you and your team were dead. Disappearance didn't really do it for me. Eventually it was used to basically show that the General shared Andy's animosity towards Jade and the rest of Cyber Force, almost as if Andy had been the General's protoge; Since Andy had died, the General was pissed off at us, and did things to attempt to get us all killed (like send a weary team to Coyote's mansion...fun!)

OOC: And on a side note, Coyote has become more mischevious than any of us thought possible. That, and the General can't pull any crap, or he'll face an inquiry. Or something. That, and Wolf has a license to kill.


Oh, and WELCOME BACK!

OOC: SS pretty much got it right with the inquiry thing. I'll elaborate a bit though (mental note: Need to make discussion thread for this RP.). Coyote, being a former security AI, gathered a lot of damning evidence both proving the General was trying to set up Jade, and that Jade's way of fighting Mastermind far surpassed the last 12 commanders of Cyber Force (who all died in very gory ways mind you.). But at the end of it all, Jade was sent to a reformation prison for 2 years (Zeph guessed the year number wrong), and Monk, romantic interest of Jade (Don't ask me...they wrote it...yet it oddly fits), blamed himself in a nice display of angst. So despite our best attempts to get him to stay, he vanished into Siberia, to get away from everything and everyone. Wolf was also issued the command position of the team...basically Jade's last act as commander (well that, and letting Kaitlin join the team). Since Wolf was pissed that the General seemed to be getting away with conspiracy, he kicked down the door to the General's office, got the general deemed mentally unfit to command, and implied that if the General tried any more shit, he'd kill him because he has an honorary License to Kill (from a stint at MI6 back in the day). On a side note, Coyote still has all the blackmail infromation waiting like a ticking time bomb to go off. Of course, the general has been acting through his wormy XO to try and cause problems, but nothing has happened...so far. (evil smirk). I have plans for that though...

OOC: Woo. Go me. And on unrelated plot events...

Wraith is apparently a heroin user. Wolf found Kaitlin and revealed his past. Angel used to be Aegis, but after he died, he came back as a veritable Angel of death. That, and Kaitlin is his cousin. Squee.


"G'morning."
And you guessed wrong on the russian. He was just being held in Moscow. He was raised in Canada. But hey, no complaints if he lived in Russia.
IC: Angel woke up, groaned, and fell onto the floor. Wow. He'd been hammered. Briefly, he did a tiny bit of soul searching.

No epiphany. Damn. He forcibly got himself to stand, and checked how he felt. Pounding headache, mild nausea, probably a nice shiner on his right eye.

He checked to see if he'd managed to get out of his clothes and into pjamas. Nope. He'd slept in the nude. Thankfully, his door was locked.

He yawned, got boxers and a bathrobe on and stretched. Then headed for the showers (I'm assuming that since we all live within the one complex, there's showers and stuff attached to the quarters)

As he glumly started walking down the hall, briefly considering how much it would take to overdose on aspirin, he ran into Kaitlin.

Her eyes were basically shut as she tried to shunt out the light.

"G'morning."

"I do have knives with me. If you force me to open my eyes, I will kill you."

Angel nodded, and walked into the male shower room. And stubbed his toe. Wonderful day already.

OOC: Actually, I was going to have it so that each person's quarters are kind of like a hotel suite. You have the amenities of a small apartment, including a shower. No expense was spared in giving the Cyber Force the best...something else that probably gives the General gray hairs.

Also, SS, I knew Angel was Canadian (hence the french cursing). Also, when you think about it...what would it be like to try and separate a Russo-Canadian from his alcohol? I forsee extremely bloody consequences...probably the same consequences that arrive from separating an Irish-Scottish person from his alcohol.

And a final, unrelated bit of info to finish bringing Andy back up to speed. The Kaitlin chick we all keep talking about? She's Wolf's girlfriend. Basically he spent 5 years searching for her after Mastermind took her over (I suggest that you read all the back chapters, Andy... althought sometime's it's kinda wacky stuff.). There...that should be it...now on with the show.

BIC: Wolf woke up, and took an aspirin for the still prevalent hangover. After setting an appointment with the JAG office, Wolf had gotten showered and changed into his formal dress uniform.

Although I hate to admit it...the JAGs like it when you look professional and follow protocal. he thought. He picked up his PDAP and contacted Beowulf.

"I need you to get information on Mastermind's cyber based attacks in the last 3 months. I think we all know who has that info."

Beowulf sighed. "Do I really have to go talk to J2? She's become such an introverted recluse it's scary."

"Maybe her disposition will improve once you tell her why I need that info." Wolf said.

"Very well, I'll see what I can do." Beowulf vanished from the screen.

***

Beowulf materialized in the "prison" that J2 had construted around herself. The walls, floor, and ceiling were all black, save for green alphanumeric characters and binary code scrolling all over them. There was also numerous computer screens running numerous searches, while 5 printers repeatedly coughed out information that the searches found.Although he wasn't sure, Beowulf thought he saw that one of the printers was just repeatedly printing off "All work and no Jade makes J2 a souless AI."

Wow...separation sucks. he thought as he cleared his throat to speak.

J2 looked at him with an almost zombified stare. "What are you doing here?" she asked.

"Wolf needs some information about Mastermind's attacks in the Cyber World, specifically the CF servers, in the past 3 months."

"Why should I give him that information? Why does he need it? For that matter, why come to me?"

Beowulf was finding it hard to carry on a conversation with J2, but he kept going. "He has decided that Jade needs to come back, and he needs the info to prove that her being in prison has caused Mastermind to do better on the Cyber Front."

Beowulf thought he saw a glimmer of hope in J2's eyes. She made a small smile. "In that case, I shall have the info for you right away."

She reached into a pile of papers and pulled out some graphs and text files. "This should be what he needs."

A smile played across Beowulf's muzzle. "Thanks. You keep on searching...we'll get her back eventually."

As he left, J2 turned back to the screens.

***

Beowulf returned to Wolf's PDAP. "She gave me the info you needed." he said holding up the papers.

Wolf grinned. "Good...have it ready."

Just then his PDAP rang with a call from the Medical office. Wolf answered it. "What is it, Dr. Oedupe?"

"Sorry to bother you Colonel, but there's a matter I feel that deserves your attention."

"What is it?" Wolf asked.

"During Wraith's last physical, we noticed something strange."

"What?"

"Needle marks on his left forearm."

Wolf paused. "And he's not a diabetic, is he?"

"Afraid not, sir...and he has no other possible medical conditions to explain it." Dr. Oedupe said with a sigh. "Should I call him in for a drug test?"

"No," Wolf said. "Let me talk to him. I don't think this warrants a big deal."

Besides which I don't know the variables anyway. Wolf thought

"Very well Colonel, I'll leave it to you." the doctor hung up.

Wolf typed an urgent text message to Wraith. "Meet me in my office ASAP. We need to have a talk."

Wolf then headed down the hall to his office and sat at his desk, waiting patiently for Wraith to show up.

I've got an hour until I have to go to court...might as well deal with this.

OOC: (Blank stare) [wait five minutes before reading on]

Pickle? (Holds up said pickle)

(( lol XD ))

Cyber Force HQ - 0240 hours

Having been escorted back to his room in a drunken stupor, he spent the better part of the next hours... well, getting drunker. Raiding a stash of liquor he'd kept tucked away for a rainy day, he soon got so inebriated he couldn't stand up very well at all, and then got the idea that it was a good time to play.

Picking up a newer Gibson Les Paul and lighting a single cigarette, he started playing a few Guns n' Roses songs he knew well, and by the time he was done he'd passed an easy hour and smoked his whole cig down to the filter.

And he was getting bored.

He sets his guitar aside and tosses the burnt-out cigarette in a trashcan, then goes back into his bedroom and slumps down on the bed, suddenly feeling very tired. Damn, what a helluva day.

He reaches over on his dresser thoughtlessly and lights another cigarette, flipping and shutting his lighter with practiced ease. After taking a long drag, he starts thinking back to when he first picked up a cigarette, sometime around his teens when he was still in the orphanage. A smile graces his lips as he remembers that first coughing fit, but then turns down into a wry scowl when he realizes how long it's been since he did any heroin.

Three months. That's a long damn time... he muses. Cool.

In the back of his mind he wonders if anybody around here knows about him and his heroin, but then figures that if anyone knew, they'd have talked with him about it already, and so he relaxes. Well, I bet Coyote knows. He knows too much.

He chuckles to himself then, not too sure why exactly he finds that funny, but he laughs nonetheless. Standing up and removing the cig to blow out a large puff, he looks over his bed and straightens it, while at the same time thinking about all those times he'd smuggled a small stash into his room and hid it in his nightstand. After fluffing his pillow and sitting down on the edge of the bed, he opens the drawer and looks inside. Just magazines and cigarettes, as usual.

He gives himself some credit for dealing with things better this time around and lays back on his bed, but still wonders about what it feels like, having a needle up his arm. Finding comfort that he hasn't had any lying around for a long time, he begins to drift into a restful sleep.

Cyber Force HQ - 0950 hours

Stretching and yawning as he walks down the hallway, he spots Kaitlin coming the other way, eyes nearly shut. Before he can even open his mouth, however, she blurts, "Don't even start."

He raises an eyebrow and passes her silently. What was that all about?

After going a little further down the hallway, wet hair fallen down all over him and windbreakers rustling with each step, he reaches the elevators and presses the second floor button with one hand while scratching at his tank top with the other. With timing as perfect as a Samoan wrestler, his watch beeps, letting him that he's received a text message.

Sighing heavily, he uses the elevator's comm system to route the message to him, after typing in about seven aggravating passwords. After reading it, he frowns and mutters out loud, "Aw, maaaan, can't it wait until after breakfast?"

He reaches over and presses the stop button, however, and sighs again. Might as well get this over with, he thinks while pressing the fifth floor button, restarting the car.

Cyber Force HQ - Fifth floor

He stands before Wolf's office door and collects himself -- mainly by straightening his shirt as best he can, patting down his hair, and controlling his stomach growling. Satisfied that he's ready enough, he then opens the door and enters, shutting it again softly. "Yes, sir?"

His stomach then growled again.

OOC: EDIT: Zephir and I are co-opting this post. I'll let you all know when we've finished out this dialog. EDIT2: I finally got everything into the post. You can all breathe easy now!

BIC: Wolf noticed Wraith seemed visibly uncomfortable. Oh great, I haven't even asked him a question and he's already on the defensive. he thought.

Wolf looked staright on at Wraith and kept his voice calm and level. "I called you here to adress a minor...inconsistency in your last physical report from the medical office. Apparently they found needle marks on your left forearm."

Wraith's gaze shifted from side to side.

Wolf continued. "I only have one question to ask you, all I'm asking is that you answer it truthfully. Bear in mind that the answer will not affect your rank or active duty status in any way."

He paused before asking.

"Have you been shooting heroin?"

***

Wraith stood still for a long moment, letting a silence fall between them. He teetered on the edge of whether he can trust him or not, then finally gave in when, in a single fleeting moment, he felt oddly unthreatened, and gave his answer. "Yes."

***
Wolf was glad Wraith had been honest about it. But he was still trying to figure out why exactly Wraith had turned to a heavy drug such as heroin.

Maybe it was to deal with stress...or some trauma he's suffered. Well...it's really not my business to ask, so I'll just steer clear of that line of inquiry. he thought.

Wolf did have another question for Wraith however. "All right, I appreciate the honesty, and as I said no action will be taken against you for it. I just want to know if this is a serious addiction, or more of a once-in-a-while thing. Because the doctors never picked it up on the tox reports." he said.

***

Wraith looked to the side slightly, weighing his answer carefully. He didn't want it to come out wrong, after all. "I only did it every once in a while, yeah. It hasn't been serious for a while, sir."

***

Wolf nodded. "That's good to hear. The last thing I need is my First Officer keeling over from an overdose."

He steepled his fingers, as if in thought. "We both know I have no clue why you were ever addicted to heroin, and I know it's not my place to ask, so I won't. However I will give you this piece of advice. I don't know if it applies to you or not, but consider it anyway."

He paused, then continued.

"I used to be an extreme drug abuser. During my early years on the run, depression often overcame me, and I tried using cigarettes and alcohol to numb the pain. That effort almost ended up killing me. Now I'm not saying your past addiction was mood-related, I'm just making an example. The point of this is that I would simply reccommend that you kick the heroin habit before it redevelops into an addiction. That's all."

***

Wraith nodded, but added, "Yes, sir... but I haven't done any in three months. It's not a problem, Colonel, I assure you."

***

Wolf grinned slightly. "Well, as long as you have it under control, then there's no worries. You can go now. And also, none of what was said here will leave this office."

God knows Angel would have a field day if he found out. he thought.

***

Wraith nodded to him and answered, "Yes, sir."

He then turned and headed out the door, shutting it quietly behind him. Once outside, he headed straight for the elevator and a nice, hot breakfast. God damnit.



OOC: There...done. I put those three asterik dividers in to show perspective changes...yeah...

OOC: DUN DUN DUUUUUN

IC: Angel finished his shower, and walked back to his quarters with a towel over his shoulders. He used it to towel his hair.

He was wearing pants of course. Black jeans.

This was a surprisingly juvenile attempt to impress some (at least one man!) girls.

He didn't even wonder why Wraith left his door open. He just closed it and continued.

(( Unless Wolf had something more planned, I think I can continue now... ))

The elevator finally reaches the second floor and opens up, letting Wraith step out and walk down the hall towards the mess hall. He scratches at an itch behind his ear as he steps into the room, a boisterous cafeteria loaded with hungry Cyber Force troops from various teams and departments. Some of them glance at him as he enters, but mostly it's just another day at the office for everyone.

He makes a beeline straight over to the chefs and asks for a plate full of eggs, bacon, and sausage, with orange juice and biscuits on the side. Taking it with a big smile on his face, he slumps down in a random empty chair and starts to enjoy his food.

OOC: *cough* Um...you do realize that makes no sense, right? Shouldn't you answer your commanding officer's question?

OOC: Okay, the superfluous Q&A posts can go now that I finished the editing. And I decided my last part had to stand alone.

BIC:

Wolf stared at the wall for a second. Hmm...I think that went well. Could've gone worse. At least he was up front about it, and if he really hasn't done any in the past 3 months, then it isn't as big a deal as either myself or Doc thought.

After checking his notes for court, he decided to go have breakfast.

No sense in trying to fight corruption on an empty stomach.

Angel walked into the cafeteria, forcing his eyes open and closed, and rubbing his temples.

A few people looked. Most sighed and shook their heads. Angel hadn't bothered to stop at his room to grab a shirt.

He went up to the chefs, and mumbled something they thought meant "Usual."

This turned out to be a stack of five slices of french-toast, three potato pancakes, and five sausage links. Oh, and Skim Milk.

Angel took the meal with a mumbled thanks, walked over, and sat down opposite Wraith. "I strongly suspect it would've been a hell of a night, if I could remember it."

He then began the long process of buttering the french-toast, getting it all cut up, then putting syrup on, and then finally eating it.

While all the time Wraith says to him, "It was. You got in some fight with these bunch'a frat boys."

Devin woke, heart pounding so hard it felt like his entire chest was shaking. Snapping upright, he glanced around the... hotel room?

No, he thought. These are my quarters now. Wolf showed them to me last night.

It still took him a while to get used to the idea that he'd be living in comparative luxury for the duration of his posting. He ran his fingers over the beds, feeling the rich, smooth material that would rival any five star hotel. The room was cool, though not cold, and... was that Bombay Sapphire on the table?

Devin chuckled to himself as he approached the bottle of blue liquid with all the subtlety of a virgin stampeding towards his lover's bra strap.

"We never had it this good back in the Cell..."

The Cell.

Devin froze in mid-pour, as the past wrapped its steely embrace around the neck of the present in a sleeper hold, forcing the latter down into the back of his mind, and rearing before him as the memories came once again...

***

Cold. Dark. Empty. Fitting words to describe the storeroom where it would end. Around him, the bodies of Red Cell lay like discarded rag dolls, useless now that the lives they had housed were terminated. They had weapons in their hands, some with smoke curling from the still-hot barrels, implying that they had gone down fighting, but oddly enough, their faces had the traces of a timeless, peaceful smile on them. But not all the bodies were as dead as those.

Devin loomed over a man. Or at least, it was supposed to be a man. His face had been smashed in by multiple instances of brute force trauma, as the bloody headprints on the nearby wall could attest. Miraculously, he wsn't dead yet... though judging from the rapidity of the breathing, that could change at any moment.

Devin was panting, a bloody gash running diagonally down his chest as he picked up a pistol and cocked it. Subconsciously, he knew it was a simple M64 stealth pistol, but his conscious mind was busy telling every other thought in his mind to sit down and shut the hell up. Amazingly, the ruined mouth moved, and its voice was surprisingly clear, although the visual effect of seeing it come from a ruined welter of gore was rather... disconcerting.

"Devin... you were always the best of them, even better than Johnny... join me. This mere flesh wound is nothing. Forget Red Cell - they were expendable - a test I amde for you... and which you passed with flying colours. I can make you like this, the best of them all. You are a master soldier, I am the master planner. Surely there must be some arrangement-"

"No."

"What? What are you saying? What are you talking about?"

Devin pulled the slide back with his wrist, letting the heeel of his palm catch the rear sight as he let go and felt the weapon push a round home into the chamber.

"Devin! Reconsider! We are far better than these humans! Both of us, we are the pioneers of a new age! We are above them, better than those scum-"

"You don't understand, Johnny."

The pistol levelled with the battered face.

"We're all scum."

Silenced as it was, the pistol still managed to bring forth a miniature fountain of cerebral matter as the three shots drilled through Johnny's head. There was a wet, squelching sound as the man's body hit the ground with a gut-churning splat.

Devin let out the breath he had been unconsciously holding.

Finally, it's over.

He looked around the room. Kylie, Damon, Rick, and Johnny. Dead, all of them, to the last man.

The thought struck him with sobering clarity that he was indeed the last surviving member of Red Cell.

***

... And indeed he was. Devin stared down at his glass of Bombay, the downed the thing in one gulp.

Maybe, if he had enough, he could forget it for good...

Wolf entered the cafeteria, got himself some scrambled eggs, bacon, and coffee and sat down with Wraith and Angel. He picked up the last bit of their conversation, starting with Wraith talking about how Angel had jumped the frat guys from UCLA at the bar.

"Yeah, that was some fight," he said to Angel. "I forget exactly how it started...I just know that they made a mistake in picking the fight. At first you were holding your own, then they got some sober reinforcements. So naturally we had to step in and give you a hand. Needless to say, there was a pile of dazed frat guys facedown in the gutter when all was said and done."

he pointed to Angel's black eye. "The guy who gave you that is still in the ICU. They're reattaching his arm. You kinda almost ripped it off." he grinned slightly. "His fault really."

Wolf looked up for a second and saw Kaitlin make her way over to the table with a tray of pancakes. Her eyes were half-closed now, but she seemed to be able to see fine.

"Any of you know where this came from?" she asked as she showed them her right arm. There was a gauze bandage wrapped around her wrist

Wolf thought for a second. "Um...I think it's from when one of the UCLA drunks managed to slice you with a broken bottle."

"Oh...what happened to the bastard that did it?"

"Well...after you broke his jaw, I might have accidentally shattered his right arm...and then stabbed him 4 times in the left arm with a dart...and then thrown him out the door...where he broke his nose on the sidewalk."

"Accidentally?"

"Yeah...I was trying to break his neck." he said with a slight smirk.

Wraith chuckles. "Damn, that was some bar fight."

"So...does anyone else feel the slightest bit guilty for using our superior training to completely beat down some inebriated punks for no apparent reason? Or for getting away from it scot-free?"

There was an odd silence.

"Thought not. Damn my morals."

"What morals? You ripped his damn arm off!" Wraith laughs.

OOC: New chapter is upon us...but first the cliffhanger.

BIC: Wolf chuckled a bit. "He's got you there," he said to Angel.

Finishing up his breakfast, he stood up. "I'd like to stay and chat but unfortunately I have to get to court."

"Why? Is the general trying to get you booted again?" Kaitlin asked.

"Nope" Wolf said grinning "I'm going to try and use reason to appeal Jade's conviction. I'm not sure if it'll work...but we need her hacking skills back." with that, Wolf set off for the base's courtroom.

***

"Okay, docket number 556," the judge said "The reopening of case number 217, 'Idiot General v. Colonel Jade LaFleur'. Do you have...wait a minute." The judge reread the last line on the form. "Why does it say 'Idiot General'?"

Wolf stifled a laugh. Looks like Coyote had some more fun with the court's computer system. he thought. "Looks like you have a problem with your computers your honor."

"He knows damn well why it says that!" the general said from the other side of the room. "He's let that virus run loose again!"

"Pay no attention to him, he's been deemed mentally incompetent." Wolf said. "Coyote has not been 'set loose'. In fact I believe if he is the one that changed the case description, he probably did it three months ago. None of us responded too kindly to Jade's incarceration...now did we?" he said glaring at the general with a malevolent grin.

The general went white. "I...uh...retract my previous statement."

"Noted," the judge said. "Now can we get on with this?"

"Certainly your honor," Wolf said. "I believe Jade should be set free and returned to Cyber Force on the grounds that her hacking skills are invaluable to the team, not to mention that she is the only person in Cyber Force cabable of stopping Mastermind's hacking incursions."

"There's no proof to back that." The general said.

The two monitors in the courtroom flared to life, and Beowulf appeared on the screens. "That's where you're wrong." A graph appeared on the screen.
"This graph shows the number of hacking incusrions by Mastermind while Jade led the Force, and how many were stopped." Wolf said gesturing to one of the monitors. "As you can see, all but one of the 4500 attempts to hack high security facilites were thwarted. The only successful hack was when an Agent accosted me, which I escaped from. Next graph please Beowulf." Beowulf displayed another graph. This one showed a massive disporpotion between the two graphs.

"This graph," Wolf said. "Shows that Mastermind has made almost 20000 hacking incursions into the Cyber World in the past 3 months. Only 3500 of those were stopped."

The general cut in "J2 should have been able to stop them! She is the AI equivalent of Jade."

Wolf rolled his eyes. You're doing wonders for reinforcing your image as an idiot. "While that may be true, she has become a very manic depressive individual ever since Jade was sent to prison. You see, separating an AI from their friend or friends tends to affect them very negatively. In this case, she has more or less shut herself off, leaving Beowulf, and to a lesser extent myself, to try an implement new security measures that prevent Mastermind from making incursions. Unfortunately, the sassenach adapts rather quickly."

Wolf paused for a second, then continued. "Things got to their worst point yesterday, when Alpha team headed to Skybase 2 along with a FLAG unit in order to prevent Mastermind from getting his hands on advanced technology. Beowulf, show them the security footage I asked for."

Beowulf nodded, then displayed two security videos he had acquired while inside the Skybase's systems. The first was the small incident at the doors that the team couldn't hack through without Coyote's assistance. The second was the crisis on the bridge when they found out Mastermind had taken control of the ship.

When the footage ended, Wolf faced the judge. "As you can see, if Jade had been there, we would not have had to set the explosives on the core, which led to the base's destruction, as well as the death of a FLAG officer. For all the reasons I've pointed out, I believe that Jade must be released from prison and her sentence purged from the records."

"That is not going to happen!" the general vehemently shouted. "She is a menace to society and as such must serve out her sentence."

"There won't be much of society left at this rate if she is not freed!" Wolf shouted back.

The judge banged his gavel and both men went quiet. "There will be no more outburts like that." the judge said. "Colonel MacKenzie, while your points are valid, there is no proof to suggest that Jade's incarceration is putting humanity in danger of Mastermind. After all, you have been holding him off. Therefore, unless you can prove that Jade must be let go in order to save humanity, she will remain in prison for the duration of her sentence. Court is adjourned"

You dumbass, we're all going to get killed one of these days. Wolf thought. But he nodded and said. "Very well, your honor. I shall attempt to find the proof you wish for." Without even casting a glance at the general, he left the courtroom.

***

Wolf did all he could to keep from exploding in an outburst of rage as he walked back towards his quarters. I keep sending people into situations without any sort of computer experts...and all that happens is more good soldiers die. Yet nobody here that has the power to do anything about it does anything. I swear that Licence to Kill idea is looking really good right about...

An alarm klaxon suddenly went off, snapping Wolf out of his thoughts. His PDAP rang. "Yes, what is it?"

A technician shouted frantically into the phone. "We have an unidentified number of hostile contacts closing in on the base! ETA 10 minutes!"

"Get the auto defense guns online!" Wolf shouted back.

"We tried, but they won't respond! Something's taken over the control systems!"

SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT Wolf thought. "I'll be up at the ops room in a minute. I think I know what's happening."

Wolf hung up and dialed up Wraith, Angel, Kaitlin, and Devin on his PDAP. "All of you, get to the operations room. Mastermind is attacking the base and our defenses are down."

***

As he watched his massive assault force close in on Cyber Force's LA base, Mastermind chuckled.

"Why didn't I think of doing this before?" he mused.

OOC: You can all post in the new chapter...once I get it up.

EDIT: It's up.